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The ''Riverside Tress 
1905 



Mom Sonets 



NOTE 

This printing of Sign's Sonets is from the 
version included in the 1680 edition of 
Quarles's Divine Poems, which offers a more 
consistent and a slightly more modern text 
than that of the original edition of the 
Sonets published in quarto in 1625. A few 
misprints in the edition of 1680 have been 
corrected from the reading of 1625, and 
the dedication, which was omitted from the 
later edition, has been reproduced from the 
quarto. 



^ionsi Sonets; 



To THE TRULY NOBLE 
AND NO LESSE GOOD 
THEN GREAT LoRD, 

JAMES, Marques 
HAMLETON. 

SIR, 

HAD thefe Lines been 
looJe,and lafciviouSyl 
had either pickt out a lejfe 
honourable Patron, or flood 
to the courtejie of every wan- 
ton Reader ; But being (as 

they 



g^iom Sonets 



thei/ are) of a divine Juhjed, 
therefore Juhject to the ill- 
digefted humours of light 
heads ^ hy your favour (thrice 
noble Lord) you are hound to 
[irotect ity being the knowne 
Patron to goodnejfe. There 
are toojewjuch : This makes 
glorious Vice Jo bold, and 
bajkfull Vertue Jo inglori- 
ous. You are a bright Starre 
in our Orbe ; on which all 
good eyes arejixt, and by the 

J/ieciall 



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JJieciall influence of which 
theje jirejented Lines had 
their concejttion^ their hirth, 
their being ; and now credit 
forth, re^iay themf elves to 
Ton, hofie to receive honour 
Jrom ToUy and Jue for pro- 
tection under Ton. So I com- 
mit them to the honour offo 
great a fortune, 

SIR, 
The true honourer of your 

admired worth, 
Francis Quarles. 



^lons; Sonets 



TO THE 

READERS. 

READERS, now you have theniy 
may the end of my pains he the he- 
ginning of your pie ajures. Excufemefor 
f oaring fo high, elfe give me lieve to ex- 
cufe my f elf; indeed I flew with Eagles 
Feathers, otherwife I had not flown, or 
fain. It is the Song of Songs / here 
prefent you with : The (Author, King 
SOLOMON, the wifeji of Kings; The 
matter, myftical, the divinejl offuhjects ; 
The Speakers : CHRIST, the Bride- 
Groom; the CHURCH, the Bride; The 
end, to invite you all to the fVedding. 

Farewel . 



g)iotis Sonets 



AN 

EPITHALME 

TO THE 

BRIDEGROOM. 

HosANNA to the Highejly Joy he- 
tide 
The Heavenly Bride-Groom, and his 
Holy Bride ; 
Let Heaven above he fill' d with Songs, 

Let Earth triumph below ; 
For everfilent be thoje tongues, 

That can befilent now. 
Tou "^B^ks, and Stones, I charge you all 

to break 
Tourfiintyfilence, if men ceaje to f peak: 

Tou 



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Tou that prof efs the f acred Art, 

Or now, or never Jhew it, 
^lead not your (^yidufe is out of heart, 

Here's that creates a ^oet. 
Be ravifhty Earth, to fee this Contract 

driven, 
'Twixtjinful (*jMan, and reconciled 

Heaven. 
T>if mount, you Quire of^yTngels; come, 

JVith (^yiden your joys divide ; 
Heaven never Jhew' d Jo Jweet a Groom, 

J^or Earth Jo Jair a Bride. 



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11 



BRIDe. 

SONET I. 

OTHAT the bounty of thofe lips 
Divine 
Would feal their favours on thefe lips 

of mine. 
That by thofe v^elcome ^kiffes, I 

might fee 
The mutual love betwixt my Love 

and me ! 
For truer blifs no worldly joy allows, 
Than facred Kifles from fo fweet a 

Spoufe, 
With which no earthly pleafure may 

compare. 
Rich Wines are not fo delicate as 

they 're. 



^Sensible Graces. 



12 



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1^1 

NOR Myrrh, nor Caflia, nor the 
choice perfumes 
Of unctious Nard, or Aromatick 

Fumes 
Of hot Arabidy do enrich the Air 
With more dehcious fweetnefs, than 

the fair 
Reports, that crown the merits of thy 

Name 
With heavenly Lawrels of eternal 

Fame; 
Which makes the* Virgins fix their 

eyes upon thee. 
And all that view thee, are enamoured 

on thee. 



*Pure in Heart, 



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[3] 

OLET the beauty of thy Sun-like 
Face 
Inflame my Soul, and let thy Glory 

chafe 
Difloyal thoughts : let not the World 

allure 
My chafle defires from a Spoufe fo 

pure: 
But when as time fhall place me on 

thy* Throne, 
My fears fhall ceafe, and interrupt by 

none, 
I fliall tranfcend the ftile of Tranfi- 

tory, 
And full of Glory, ftill be filled with 

Glory. ^ 



"^The Kingdom of Heaven, 



14 ^lons ^ontts 



[4] 

BUT you, my curious (and too nice) 
allies, 
That view my fortunes with too nar- 
row eyes, 
You fay my face is * black and foul ; 

'tis true ; 
I 'm beauteous to my Love, though 

black to you ; 
My cenfure ftands not upon your ef- 

teem. 
He fees me, as I^fam; you, as I 

feem; 
You fee the Clouds, but he difcerns 

the Sky; 
Know 'tis my ;|;fle{h that looks fo 

black, not I. 



"^Through apparent infirmities, '\ Glorious in him, 
\ Weakness of the Flesh. 



§>uins Sonets ^5 



[5] 

WHAT if Afflictions do dif-imbelifh 
My natural Glory, and deny 
the relifh 
Of my adjourned Beauty, yet difdain 

not 
Her, by whofe neceffary lofs, you 

gain not ; 
I was inforc'd to ^fwelter in the Sun, 
And *f keep a Strangers Vine, left 

mine alone: 
I left mine own, and kept a Strangers 

Vine; 
The fault was J mine, but was §not 
only mine. 



"^Afflictions, '\ Forced to idolatrous superstitions, 

XBy reason of my weakness, 

% Being seduced by false Prophets, 



16 g)ion0 Sonets 



OTHOU, whofe love I prize above 
my life. 
More worthy far t' enjoy a fairer 

wife, 
Tell me, to what cool (hade dost thou 

refort r 
Where graze thy Sheep, where do 

thy Lambs difport 
Free from the fcorching of this * foul- 
try weather ? 
O tell thy Love and let thy Love 

come thither : 
Say (gentle Shepherd) fits it thee to 

cherifh 
Thy private Flocks, and let thy true 

Love "f perifh ? 



^Persecutions, '\By Idolatry. 



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BRWe-gROOM. 

SONET II. 

ILLUSTRIOUS Bride; more radiant and 
more* bright, 
Than th' eye of Noon, thrice fairer 

than the light ; 
Thou deareft off-fpring of my dying 

blood. 
And treafure of my foul, why haft 

thou ftood 
Parching fo long in thofe ambitious 

Beams? 
Come, come, and cool thee in thefe 

filver^ftreams, 
Unfhade thy face, caft back thofe 

golden Locks, 
And I will make thee JMiftrefs of my 

Flocks. 



* Through my merits^ and thy Sanctification. 
\The Doctrine of the true Prophets. 
\ Teacher of my Congregations. 



18 ^lons Sonets 



1^1 

OTHou the Center of my choice 
defires. 

In whom I reft, in whom my Soul re- 
fpires ; 

Thou art the flower of Beauty, and I 
prize thee 

Above the World, howe'r the World 
defpife thee : 

The blind imagine all things black 
by kind. 

Thou art as beautiful as they are 
blind : 

And as the faireft Troops of Pha- 
raoh's Steeds 

Exceed the reft, fo Thou the reft ex- 
ceeds. 



g)ionsi Sonets 19 



[3] 

THY * Cheeks (the garden where 
frefh Beauty plants 
Her choiceft flowers ) no adorning 

wants ; 
There wants no relifti of ^Diviner 

Grace, 
To fumme compleatnefs in fo fweet a 

face; 
Thy neck is without blemifh, without 

blot. 
Than Pearls more orient, clear from 

ftain or fpot ; 
Thy Gems and Jewels full of curious 

Art 
Imply the facred treafures of thy 

heart. 



* Thy most visible parts, '\Sanctification. 



20 



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1^1 

THE Sun-bright Glory of thy re- 
founding Fame 
Adds Glory to the Glory of thy 

Name. 
The more 's thy honour Love, the 

more thou ftriv'ft 
To honour me ; thou gained what 

thou giv'ft : 
My Father ( whom our Contract hath 

made thine) 
Will give thee large endowments of 

* Divine, 
And everlafting Treafure ; Thus by 

me 
Thou fhalt be rich, that am thus rich 

in thee. 



* The riches of his holy Spirit. 



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BRID8. 

SONET III. 

OH, how my Soul is ravifht with 
the joys 
That fpring like Fountains from my 

true-Loves voice ! 
How cordial are his Lips ! how fweet 

his Tongue ! 
Each word he breathes, is like a melo- 
dious Song ; 
He abfent ( ah ! ) how is my glory 

dim! 
I have no beauty not derived from 

Him; 
Whate'r I have, from him alone I 

have. 
And he takes pleafure in thofe Gifts 

he gave. 



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CO 

As fragrant Myrrh, within the bo- 
fom hid. 
Scents more delicious than (before) it 

did. 
And yet receives no fweetnefs from 

that breft. 
That proves the fweeter for fo fweet 

aGueft: 
Even fo the favour of my deareft 

Spoufe, 
Thus priz'd and placed in my heart, 

endows 
My ardent Soul with fweetnefs, and 

infpires 
With heavenly ravifhment, my rapt 

defires. 



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[3] 

WHO ever fmelt the breath of 
morning flowers, 
New fweetned with the dafli of twi- 
light fhowers. 
Of pounded Amber, or the flowring 

Thyme, 
Of purple Violets in their proudeft 

prime. 
Or fwelling Clutters from the Cyprefs 

Tree? 
Sofweet's my Love; I, far more fweet 

is he. 
So fair, fo fweet, that Heavens bright 

eye is dim, 
And Flowers have no fcent compar'd 

with him. 



24 ^lons Sonets 



BRIDS-gROOM. 

SONET IV. 

OTHou the joys of my fufficed 
heart, 
The more thou think'ft me fair, the 

more thou art ; 
Look in the Cryftal mirrours of mine 

eyes. 
And view thy beauty, there thy 

beauty hes ; 
See there th' unmated Glory of thy 

Face, 
Well mixt with fpirit and Divineft 

Grace ; 
The eyes of Doves are not fo fair,*as 

thine ; 
O how thofe eyes inflame thefe eyes 

of mine ! 



^ The holy Prophets. 



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BRwe. 
SONET V. 

MOST radiant and refulgent Lamp 
of Light, 
Whofe mid-day Beauty yet n'er 

found a night, 
'Tis thou/tis only thou art fair ; from 

Thee 
Reflect thofe * Rays that have en- 

lightned me, 
And as bright Cynthia s borrowed 

Beams do fhine 
From Titan's Glory, fo do I from 

thine ; 
So daily flourifhes our frefh delight. 
In daily giving -f and receiving light. 



* Thy holy Spirit. 

'\In giving grace and receiving glory. 



26 ^iom Sonets 



NOR does thy Glory fhine to me 
alone : 
What place wherein thy Glory hath 

not fhone ? 
But O, how fragrant, with rich odour, 

fmells 
That * facred houfe, where thou my 

true love dwells ! 
Nor is it ftrange : How can thofe 

places be 
But fiird with fweetnefs, if poffeft 

with thee ! 
My heart's a Heaven, for thou art in 

that heart ; 
Thy prefence makes a Heaven, 

where-e'r thou art. 



'T7?e Congregation of Saints. 



^ions Sonets 27 



BRID8-§R00M. 

SONET VI. 

THOU Sovereign Lady of my felect 
defires, 

I, I am he whom thy chaft Soul ad- 
mires : 

The Rofe for fmell, the Lilly to the 
eye. 

Is not fo fweet, is not fo fair as I : 

My veiled Beauty 's not the glorious 
prize 

Of * common fight : -f within, my 
beauty lies : 

Yet ne'rthelefs my Glory were but 
fmall. 

If I fhould want to honour thee wdth- 
all. 



"^Not in outward glory, '\ Inward Graces. 



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CO 

NOR do I boaft my excellence 
alone, 
But thine (dear Spoufe) as whom the 

world hath none 
So true to faith, fo pure in love, as 

whom 
Lives not a Bride, fo fits fo chaft a 

Groom : 
And as the faireft Lilly doth exceed 
The fruitlefs Bramble, or the fouleft 

Weed, 
So far (my Love) doft thou exceed 

the reft. 
In perfect Beauty of a loyal Breft. 



mn^ Sonets 29 



BRWe. 

SONET VII. 

LOOK how the fruitful Tree ( whofe 
laden boughs 
With fwelling pride, crown Autumns 

fmiling brows ) 
Surpafles idle fhrubs, even fo in worth 
My love tranfcends the Worthies of 

the Earth : 
He was my fhore in fhip wrack ; and 

my fhelter 
In ftorms ; my fhade, when I began 

to fwelter : 
If hungry, he was food ; and if op- 

preft 
With wrongs, my Advocate ; with 

toyl, my reft. 



30 ^iom Sonets 



I THIRSTED ; and full charged to the 
brink. 

He gave me * Bowls of Nectar for 
my Drink : 

And in his fide he broach t me (for a 
fign 

Ofdeareftlove) a Sacramental Wine; 

He freely gave ; I freely drank my 
fill; 

The more I drank, the more re- 
mained ftill. 

Did ever Souldier to his Colours 
prove 

More chafi: than I, to fo entire a Love? 



* The holy Scriptures. 



^loitfii Sonets 31 



OHOW his Beauty fets my Soul on 
fire! 
My fpirits languifh with extream de- 
fire: 
Defires exceeding limits, are too 

lavifli. 
And wanting means to be affected, 

ra villi ; 
Then let thy * breath like flaggons 

of ftrong wine. 
Relieve and comfort this poor heart 

of mine ; 
For I am fick, till time (that doth 

delay 
Our Marriage) bring our joyful 

Marriage Day. 



* Thy sweet promises. 



32 ^lons g>otiets 



1:4] 

TILL then, O let my deareft Lord, 
by whom 
Thefe pleafing plaints of my fweet 

forrows come. 
Perform his Vows, and with his due 

refort, 
Blefs me ; to make the fullen time 

feem fhort : 
In his fweet Prefence may I ftill be 

bleft. 
Debarred from whom my Soul can 

find no reft. 
O let all times be profp'rous, and all 

places 
Be witnefs to our undefil'd Embraces. 



^iom Sonets 33 



C5] 

ALL you, whofe feeming favours 
have poffeft 
The true affection of a loyal breft, 
I charge you all by the true love you 

bear 
To friendfhip, or what elfe you count 

moft dear ; 
*Difturb ye not my Love ; O do not 

'rieve 
Him of his joys, that is fo apt to 

grieve ; 
Dare not to break his quiet flumbers, 

left 
You rouze a raging Lion from his 

reft. 



* Fex not his Spirit with your sins. 



34 g>uins; Sonets 



HARK, hark, I hear that thrice ce- 
leftial voice. 
Wherein my Spirits, rapt with joys, 

rejoice ; 
A voice that tells me, my Beloved \s 

nigh; 
I know the Mufick by the Majefty. 
Behold, he comes ; 'Tis not my 

*blemifht face 
Can flack the fwiftnefs of his winged 

pace; 
Behold, he comes ; His Trumpet doth 

proclaim. 
He comes with fpeed ; A truer Love 

ne'r came. 



* The imperfections of my present estate. 



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[7] 

BEHOLD the fwiftnefs of his nimble 
feet: 
The Ro-buck and the Hart were ne'r 

fo fleet ; 
The word I fpake flew not fo fpeedy 

from me. 
As he, the treafure of my foul, comes 

to me : 
He ftands behind my wall, as if in 

doubt 
Of welcome ; Ah, this * wall debarrs 

him out, 
O how injurious is the wall of fin. 
That barres my Lover out, and bolts 

me in ! 



^ T'he weakness of my flesh. 



36 ^iom Sonets 



The BRIDS in the per/on of the 
BRIDS-gROOM. 

SONET VIII. 

HARK, hark, methinks I hear my 
true Love fay, 
Break down that envious Bar, and 

come away ; 
Arife (my deareft Spoufe) and difpof- 

fefs 
Thy foul of doubtful fears, nor over- 

prefs 
Thy tender fpirits, with the dull de- 

fpair 
Of thy demerits ; (Love) thou art as 

fair 
As earth will fuffer : Time will make 

thee clearer ; 
Come forth (my Love) than whom 

my life's not dearer. 



^tons Sonets si 



COME forth (my Joy,) what bold 
affront of fear 
Can fright thy Soul, and I, thy Cham- 
pion here ? 
'Tis I that call, 'tis I, thy Bridegroom 

calls thee : 
Betide it me, whatever evil befalls 

thee : 
The winter of thy fharp affliction's 

gone: 
Why fear'ft thou cold, and art fo near 

the Sun? 
I am thy Sun, if thou be cold, draw 

nearer ! 
Come forth (my Love) than whom 

my life's not dearer. 



38 ^iom Sonets; 



COME forth (my Dear) the fpring 
of joys invite thee, 
The * flowers contend for beauty to 

dehght thee ; 
Their fweet ambition 's only, which 

might be 
Moft Sweet, moft Fair, becaufe moft 

hke to thee : 
The *f Birds (fweet Heralds of fo 

fweet a Spring) 
Warble high notes, and Hymeneans 

fmg: 
All fing with joy, t' enjoy fo fweet a 

Hearer : 
Come forth ( my Love ) than whom 

my life's not dearer. 



'The Elect. ■\ Angels, 



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[4] 

THE profperous *Vine, which this 
dear hand did plant 

Tenders due fervice to fo fweet a 
Saint : 

Her hidden Clusters fwell with facred 
pride. 

To ^kifs the hps of fo, fo fair a Bride ; 

Mafqu'd in their leaves, they lurk, 
fearing to be 

Defcry'd by any, till firft feen by 
thee : 

The Clouds are paft, the Heaven can- 
not be clearer ; 

Come forth (dear Love) than whom 
my life 's not dearer. 



* The Congregation of the Faithful. 
f To offer up the fruits of obedience. 



40 ^lons Sonets 



[5] 

MY Dove whom daily * dangers 
teach new fhifts, 
That hke a Dove, doft haunt the fe- 

cret chfts 
Of fohtary Rocks : Howe'r thou be 
Referv'd from others, be not ftrange 

to me. 
Call me to refcue, and this brawny 

Arm 
Shall quell thy Foe, and fence thy 

foul from harm ; 
Speak, Love : Thy voice is fweet ; 

what if thy face 
Be drencht with tears ? each tear 's a 

feveral grace. 



"^Persecutions. 



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[6] 

ALL you that wifh profperity and 
peace, 
To crown our Contract with a long 

increafe 
Of future joys, O fhield my fimple 

Love 
From thofe that feek her ruine, and 

remove 
The bafe Oppofers of her heft de- 

figns ; 
Deftroy the Foxes, that deftroy her 

Vines. 
Her Vines are fruitful, but her tender 

Grapes 
Are fpoil'd by Foxes, clad in humane 

fhapes. 



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The BRIDS in her own Perfon. 

SONET IX. 

WHAT greater joy can blefs my 
foul, than this. 
That my Beloved 's mine, and I am 

his! 
Our fouls are knit, the world cannot 

untwine 
The joyful union of his heart, and 

mine; 
In him I live ; in him my foul 's pof- 

feft 
With heavenly folace, and eternal 

reft: 
Heaven only knows the blifs my foul 

enjoys. 
Fond earth's too dull to apprehend 

fuchjoys. 



^lons Sonets 43 



THOU fweet perfection of my full 
delights. 
Till that bright * Day, devoted to the 

Rites 
Of our folemniz'd Nuptials, fhall 

come. 
Come live with me, and make this 

heart thy home. 
Difdain me not : Although my face 

appear 
Deform'd and bloudy, yet my heart 

is ^clear : 
Make hafte : Let not the fwift-foot 

Ro-buck flee 
The following Hound fo faft, as thou 

to me. 



' The Day of judgment, \By sanctification. 



44 ^iom Sonets 



[3] 

I THOUGHT my Love had taken up 
his reft 

Within the *fecret Cabin of my 
Breft, 

I thought the clofed Curtains did im- 
mure 

His gentle (lumbers, but was too fe- 
cure: 

For (driven with love to the falfe 
Bed) Ifftept, 

To view his flumbring beauty, as he 
flept. 

But he was gone, yet plainly there 
was feen 

The curious dint, where he had late- 
ly been. 



*/« my Soul. 1[By strict examination. 



^lons Sonets 45 



[4] 

IMPATIENT of his abfence, thus be- 
reaven 
Of him, than whom I had no other 

Heaven, 
I rav'd a while ; not able to digeft 
So great a lofs, to lofe fo fair a Gueft : 
I left no path untrac'd, no * place un- 

fought ; 
No fecret Cell unfearcht ; no way 

unthought ; 
I afk'd the fhade, but fhadows could 

not hide him. 
I afk'd the world, but all the world 

deny'd him. 



^Amongst the wisest Worldlings, 



46 ^iom Sonets 



C5:i 

MY zealous Love, diftemper'd with 
diftraction, 
Made fierce with fear, unapt for fatif- 

faction, 
Apphes frefh fuel to my flaming 

fires. 
With Eagles wings fupplies my quick 

defires : 
Up to the walls I trampled, where I 

fpy'd 
The *City Watch, to whom with 

tears I cry'd. 
Ah gentle Watchmen, you aloft def- 

cry 
What 's dark to us, did not my Love 

pafs by ? 



"^The Ministers of the TVord. 



^lotis; Montis 47 



[6] 

AT length when dull defpair had 
gain'd the ground 
Of tired hopes, my Faith fell in a 

fwound ; 
But he whofe fympathizing heart did 

find 
The tyrant paffion of my troubled 

mind. 
Forthwith appeared : What Angels 

tongue can let 
The world conceive our pleafures, 

when we met ? 
And till the joys of our efpoufed 

hearts 
Be made * complete, the world ne'r 

more fhall part 's. 



*^/ the Resurrection. 



48 Mom Sonets 



BRWS-gROOM. 

SONET X. 

NOW refts my Love : till now, her 
tender breft. 
Wanting her joy, could find no peace, 

no reft ; 
I charge you all by the true love you 

bear 
To friendfhip, or what elfe you count 

moft dear, 
Difturb her not, but let her fleep her 

fill, 
I charge you all, upon your lives, be 

ftill: 
O may that labouring Soul, that lives 

oppreft 
For me, in me receive eternal reft. 



^ion& feonetiS 49 



CO 

WHAT curious face is this? what 
mortal birth 
Can fhew a beauty, thus *unftain'd 

with earth ? 
What glorious Angel wanders thus, 

alone. 
From Earth's foul Dungeon, to my 

Father's Throne ! 
It is my Love ; my Love that hath 

deny'd 
The world for me ; It is my faireft 

Bride : 
How fragrant is her breath ! How 

heavenly fair 
Her Angel face ! each glorifying the 

Air. 



' Through sanctification by merits. 



50 g)iott6 g»onets 



BRWS. 

SONET XL 

OHOW rm ravifht with* eternal 
blifs ! 

Whoe'r thought Heaven a joy com- 
pared to this ? 

How do the pleafures of this glorious 
Face 

Adde glory to the glory of this place! 

See how Kings Courts furmount poor 
Shepherds Cells, 

So this the pride of Solomon excells ; 

Rich wreaths of glory crown his 
Royal Head, 

And Troops of Angels wait upon his 
Bed. 



"^By Heavenly Contemplation, 



^lons Sonets 51 



THE Court of Princely Solomon 
was guarded 
With able men at Arms ; their faith 

rewarded 
With fading honours, fubject to the 

Fate 
Of Fortune, and the jealous frowns 

of State : 
But here th' harmonious Quire of 

heaven attend, 
Whofe prize is Glory, Glory without 

end, 
Unmixt with doubtings, or degener- 

ous fear ; 
A greater Prince than Solomon is 

here! 



52 g)ions Sonets 



[3:1 

THE Bridal Bed of Princely Solo- 
mon, 

( Whofe beauty amaz'd the greedy 
lookers on, ) 

Which all the world admired to be- 
hold, 

Was but of Cedar, and her fted of 
Gold; 

Her Pillars Silver, and her Canopy 

Of filks, but richly ftain'd with purple 
dye: 

Her Curtains wrought in works, 
works rarely led 

By th' Needles art, fuch was the 
Bridal Bed. 



nous ^ontt& 53 



[4] 

SUCH was the Bridal Bed, which 
Time, or Age 

Durft never warrant from th' oppro- 
brious rage 

Of envious Fate ; Earth's meafure's 
but a minute ; 

Earth fades ; all fades upon it ; all 
v^thin it. 

O, but the Glory of this Diviner 
Place 

No Age can injure, nor yet Time de- 
face: 

Too weak an object, for weak eyes 
to 'bide. 

Or tongues t' exprefs : who ever 
faw't, butdy'd? 



54 ^iom ^ontt& 



[53 

WHO e'r beheld the Royal Crown 
feton 
The Nuptial Brows of Princely Solo- 
mon^ 
His glorious pomp, whofe honour did 

difplay 
The noifed triumphs of his Marriage 

day? 
A greater Prince than Solomon is 

here, 
The beauty of whofe Nuptials fhall 

appear 
More glorious, far tranfcending his, 

as far 
As Heavens bright lamp outfhines 

th'obfcureft Star. 



^iom ^onet£{ 55 



BRWe-gROOM. 

SONET XII. 

HOW orient is thy * Beauty ! How 
Divine ! 

How dark's the glory of the earth, 
to thine ! 

Thy veiled -feyes outfhine the Hea- 
vens great light, 

Unconquer'd by the fhady Clouds of 
Night ; 

Thy curious ];Treffes dangle, all un- 
bound. 

With unaffected order to the ground : 

How orient is thy Beauty ! How Di- 
vine! 

How dark's the glory of the earth to 
thine ! 



* Through the gifts of my Spirit, 

"fThe modesty and purity of thy fudgments, 

\ Ornaments of necessary Ceremonies, 



56 ^wM Sonets 



THY Ivory* Teeth in whitenefs do 
outgo 

The Down of Swans, or winters driv- 
ing Snow ; 

Whofe even proportions lively repre- 
fent 

Th' harmonious Mufick of unite con- 
fent ; 

Whofe perfect whitenefs Time could 
never plot ; 

Nor Age (the Cancer of deftruction ) 
rot. 

How orient is thy Beauty ! How Di- 
vine ! 

How dark's the glory of the earth to 
thine ! 



* Sincere Ministers, 



g»iotis Sonets 57 



[3] 

THE ruby portals of thy ballanc'd 
* words 
Send forth a welcome relifh, which 

affords 
A Heaven of blifs, and makes the 

earth rejoice, 
To hear the Accent of thy heavenly 

voice ; 
The*f maiden-blufhes of thy Cheeks 

proclaim 
A fhame of guilt, but not a guilt of 

fhame. 
How orient is thy Beauty ! How Di- 
vine! 
How dark's the glory of the earth to 

thine ! 



"^Doctrine of thy holy Prophets, 
'\Mode5i graces of the Spirit. 



58 ^lons; Sonets; 



[4] 

THY *Neck (unbeautifi'd with 
borrowed Grace) 

Is whiter than the Lillies of thy face. 

If whiter may ; for beauty and for 
power, 

'Tis like the Glory of D^r;/<i'5 Prince- 
ly Tower : 

What Vaffal Spirit could defpair or 
faint. 

Finding protection from fo fure a 
Saint ? 

How orient is thy Beauty ! How Di- 
vine! 

How dark's the glory of the earth to 
thine ! 



"^Magistrates. 



g)iottS ^onetfii 59 



1:5] 

THE dear-bought fruit of that for- 
bidden Tree 

Was not fo dainty as the Apples be, 

Thefe curious Apples of thy fnowy 
^Brefts, 

Wherein a Paradife of pleafure refts ; 

They breathe fuch life into the rav- 
ifht i^Eye, 

That the inflam'd Beholder cannot 
lidye. 

How orient is thy Beauty ! How Di- 
vine! 

How dark's the glory of the earth to 
thine ! 



"^The Old and New Testament, 
'\The sanctified and zealous Reader. 
\ The second death. 



60 ^lonsi Sonets 



MY deareft Spoufe, I'll *hye me 
to my home, 
And till that long-expected i^Day 

fhall come, 
The light whereof fhall chafe the 

night that fhrouds 
Thy veiled beauty in thefe envious 

X Clouds ; 
Till then, I go, and in my Throne 

provide 
A glorious welcome for my faireft 

Bride ; 
Chaplets of conquering Palm, and 

Lawrel Boughs 
Shall crown thy Temples, and adorn 

thy Brows. 



*/ will withdraw my bodily presence. 
f The Day of Judgment, 
\ Infirmities of the flesh. 



^lons Sonets; ei 



WOULD beauty fain be flatter'd 
with a grace 
She never had ? May fhe behold thy 

face: 
Envy would burft, had Ihe no other 

talk 
Than to behold this face without a 

mafk; 
No fpot, no venial blemifh could fhe 

find. 
To feed the famine of her rancorous 

mind; 
Thou art the flower of Beauties 

Crown, and they're 
Much worfe than foul, that think thee 

lefs than fair. 



62 ^iom Sonets; 



FEAR not (my Love) for when 
thofe facred bands 
Of wedlock fhall conjoyn our prom- 

if 'd hands, 
I '11 come and quit thee from this te- 
dious * place, 
Where thou art forc'd to fojourn for 

a fpace ; 
No foreign angle of the utmoft 

Lands, 
No Seas Abyfs fhall hide thee from 

my hands, 
No night fhall fhade thee from my 

curious eye, 
ril rouze the Graves, although grim 

Death ftand by. 



*77?;V vale of misery. 



^lons Sonets 63 



[93 

ILLUSTRIOUS Beams (hot from thy 
flaming* eye, 
Made fierce with zeal, and fovereign 

Majefty, 
Have fcorcht my foul, and like a fiery 

Dart 
Tranffixt the Center of my wounded 

heart ; 
The Virgin fweetnefs of thy heavenly 

grace 
Had made mine eyes glad Prif 'ners 

to thy face ; 
The beauty of thine eye-balls hath 

bereft 
Me of my heart : O fweet, O facred 

theft! 



*77?/? eye of faith. 



64 g)ions ^onetiS 



Cio] 

OTHOU the dear Inflamer of mine 
eyes. 
Life of my foul, and hearts eternal 

prize. 
How delectable is thy Love ! How 

pure! 
How apt to ravifh, able to allure 
A frozen Soul ; and with thy fecret 

fire, 
T' afflict dull fpirits with extream 

defire ! 
How do thy joys (though in their 

greateft dearth ) 
Tranfcend the proudefi: pleafures of 

the Earth ! 



^lonsi Sonets 65 



THY lips (my deareft Spoufe) are 
the full treafures 
Of *facred Poefie, whofe heavenly 

meafures 
Ravilh with joy the willing heart that 

hears, 
But ftrikes a deafnefs in rebellious 

ears: 
Thy words, like milk and honey, do 

requite 
The feafon'd Soul with profit and de- 
light : 
Heavens higher Palace, and thefe 

lower places 
Of dungeon-earth are fweetned with 

thy Graces. 



"^Divine Harmony, 



66 ^tons Sonets 



MY Love is like a Garden, full of 
flowers, 
Whofe Sunny Banks, and choice of 

fhady bowers 
Give change of pleafures, pleafures 

waird about 
With armed Angels, to keep ruine 

out; 
And from her*Brefts (-f-enclofed 

from the ill 
Of loofer eyes) pure ^[Cryftal Drops 

diftill: 
The fruitful fweetnefs of whofe gen- 
tle fhowers 
Inrich her flowers with beauty ; 

Banks with flowers. 



* 77?^ two Testaments. 

"f Riddles to prophane Readers. 

\ Celestial Comforts, 



^lons ^onttQ 67 



MY Love is like a Paradife befet 
With rareft gifts, whofe fruits 

(but tender yet) 
The world ne'r tafted ; dainties far 

more rare 
Than Edens tempting Apple, and 

more fair ; 
Myrrh, Aloes, Incenfe, and the Cy- 

prefs Tree 
Can boaft no fweetnefs, but is breath'd 

from thee : 
Dainties for tafte, and flowers for the 

fmell 
Spring all from thee, whofe fweets 

all fweets excell. 



68 ^iom Sonets 



BRWe. 

SONET XIII. 

OTHou (my Dear) whofe fweets 
all fweets excell. 
From whom my fruits receive their 

tafte, their fmell. 
How can my thriving * plants refufe 

to grow, 
Thus quickned with fo fweet a ^Sun 

as thou? 
How can my flowers, which thy Ew- 
ers nourifh 
With fliow'rs of living water, chufe 

but flourifh ? 
O, thou the fpring, from whence thefe 

waters burft. 
Did ever any tafte thy ftreams, and 

thirft ? 



'The faithful. '\The Sun of Righteousness, 



mm ^ontt^ 69 



AM I a Garden ? May my flowers 
be 
So highly honor'd to be fmelt by 

thee ? 
Infpire them with thy facred breath, 

and then 
Receive from them thy borrowed 

breath, agen. 
Frequent thy Gardens, whofe rare 

fruit invites 
Thy welcome prefence, to his choice 

delights ; 
Tafte where thou lift, and take thy 

full repaft. 
Here's that will pleafe thy fmell, 

thine eye, thy tafte. 



70 ^iom Sonets 



BRIBS-§ROOM. 

SONET XIV. 

THOU facred Center of my foul, in 
whom 
I reft, behold thy wifht for Love is 

come; 
Refrefht with thy delights, I have re- 

pafted 
Upon thy *pleafures ; my full foul 

hath tafted 
Thy ^rip'ned dainties, and hath free- 
ly been 
Pleaf 'd with thofe ;|; fruits, that are 

(as yet) but green; 
All you that love the honour of my 

Bride, 
Come tafte her Vineyards, and be 

Deifi'd. 



^Obedience, '\ Strong works of faith. 
\ The new fruits of the Spirit. 



Mom Sonets 71 



BRWe. 

SONET XV. 

IT was a* night, a night as dark, as 
foul 
As that black Errour that entranced 

my foul. 
When as my beft Beloved came and 

knockt 
At my dull -f* Gates, too too fecurely 

lockt: 
Unbolt (faid he) thefe J churlifh 

doors (my Dove), 
Let not falfe flumbers bribe thee from 

thy Love ; 
Hear him, that for thy gentle fake 

came hither. 
Long injur'd by this § nights ungentle 

weather. 



* Too much severity. '\My heart. 
% The pleasures of the flesh. 
§ Thy hard-hearted unkindness . 



72 MouQ S>onets 



1^1 

I HEARD the voice, but the perfidious 
pleafure 

Of my fweet flumbers could not find 
the leafure 

To ope my drowzy doors ; my fpirit 
could fpeak 

Words fair enough ; but ah, my flefh 
was weak, 

And fond excufes taught me to be- 
tray 

My facred Vows to a fecure delay. 

Perfidious flumbers, how have you 
the might 

To blind true pleafures with a falfe 
delight ! 



^lottsi g>onets is 



[3] 

WHEN as my Love, with oft-re- 
peated knocks, 
Could not avail, fhaking his dewy 

locks. 
Highly difpleaf 'd, he could no longer 

^bide 
My flight neglect, but went away 

deni'd ; 
No fooner gone, but my dull foul dif- 

cern'd 
Her drowzy errour ; my griev'd fpirit 

^yearn'd 
To find him out ; thefe feiled eyes 

that flept 
So foundly faft, awak'd, much faster 

wept. 



^Repented, 



74 g)ionsj Sonets 



[43 

THUS raif 'd and rouz'd from my 
deceitful reft, 

I op'd my Doors, where my departed 
Gueft 

Had been ; I thruft the churlifh Por- 
tals from me. 

That fo deny'd my deareft Bride- 
groom to me ; 

But when I fmelt of my returned 
hand. 

My Soul was rapt, my powers all did 
ftand 

Amazed at the *fweetnefs they did 
find. 

Which my neglected Love had left 
behind. 



* The sweetness of his Grace, 



^lons ^onetis 75 



1:5] 

Iop'd my Door, my Myrrh-diftilling 
Door, 

But ah ! my Gueft was gone, had 
given me o'r : 

What curious Pen, what Artift can 
define 

A matelefs forrow ? Such, ah, fuch 
was mine ! 

Doubts and defpair had of my life 
depriv'd me ; 

Had not ftrong hope of his return re- 
vived me ; 

I fought, but he refufed to appear ; 

I caird, but he would not be heard, 
nor hear. 



76 g)iottS Sonets 



THUS with the tyranny of grief 
diftraught, 
I rang'd around, no place I left un- 

fought. 
No ear unafk'd ; the * Watchmen of 

the City 
^Wounded my Soul, without re- 

morfe or pity. 
To Virgin tears : They taught my 

feet to ftray, 
Whofe fteps were apt enough to lofe 

their way ; 
With taunts and fcorns they checkt 

me and derided. 
And caird me Whore, becaufe I 

walkt unguided. 



"^ False Teachers. '\With their false Doctrines, 



^ion& g)Ottets 77 



111 

YOU hallowed Virgins, you, whofe 
tender hearts 
E'r felt th' Impreffion of * Loves fe- 

cret Darts, 
I charge you all by the dear Faith 

you owe 
To Virgin purenefs, and your Veftal 

vow. 
Commend me to my Love, if e'r you 

meet him : 
O tell him that his love-fick Spoufe 

doth greet him : 
O let him know, I languifh with de- 

fire 
T' enjoy that heart, that fets this heart 

on fire. 



"^Divine Love, 



78 g>ions Sonets; 



rmgij^s. 
SONET XVI. 

OTHOU, the faireft flower of mor- 
tal birth. 
If fuch a beauty may be born of 

Earth, 
Angel or Virgin, which ? or both in 

one, 
Angel by beauty. Virgin by thy 

mone. 
Say, who is He that may deferve 

thefe tears, 
Thefe precious drops ? who is 't can 

flop his ears 
At thefe fair lips ? Speak, Lady, fpeak 

at large. 
Who is 't ? for whom giv'fl thou fo 

ftrict a charge ? 



g)ions Sonets 79 



BRIDe. 

SONET XVII. 

MY Love is the perfection of de- 
light, 

Rofes and Doves are not fo red, fo 
v^hite ; 

Unpattern'd beauty fummon'd every 
Grace 

To the compofure of fo fweet a face ; 

His Body is a Heaven, for in his brefi: 

The perfect Effence of a God doth 
reft; 

The brighter eye of Heaven did nev- 
er fhine 

Upon another Glory, fo Divine. 



8o felons feottets 



CO 

HIS *head is far more glorious to 
behold. 
Than fruitful Ophirs oft refined Gold; 
'Tis the rich Magazine of fecret 

treafure. 
Whence Graces fpring in unconfined 

meafure ; 
His curl'd and dangling ^Treffes do 

proclaim 
A Nazarite, on whom ne'r Razor 

came. 
Whofe Raven-black colour gives a 

curious relifh 
To that which beauty did fo much 

imbellifh. 



*///V Deity. '\His Humanity. 



g>iotis Sonets 81 



LIKE to the eyes of Doves are his 
fair * eyes, 
Wherein ftern Juftice, mixt with 

mercy, lies ; 
His eyes are fimple, yet Majeftical, 
In motion nimble, and yet chafte 

withal. 
Flaming like fire, and yet burn they 

not, 
Unblemifht, undiftained with a fpot. 
Blazing with precious beams, and to 

behold, 
Like to rich Diamonds in a frame of 

Gold. 



^His "Judgments and care of his Church, 



82 ^tons ^otietiJ 



C4] 

HIS Cheeks are like to fruitful 
Beds o'r-grown 
With Aromatick Flowers newly 

blown, 
Whofe odours, beauty, pleafe the 

fmell, the fight. 
And doubling pleafures double the 

delight : 
His *Lips are like a Cryftal Spring, 

from whence 
Flow fweetned ftreams of facred Elo- 
quence, 
Whofe -f- Drops, into the ear diftil'd, 

do give 
Life to the X Dead, true joys to § them 

that live. 



*The discovery of him in his Word, 
"fHis Promises, J Those that dye to sin, 
§ That live to righteousness. 



^lons Sonets; §3 



[5] 

HIS * hands are deckt with rings of 
•f Gold, the rings 

With coftly Jewels, fitting none but 
Kings ; 

Which (of themfelves though glor- 
ious, yet) receive 

More glory from thofe fingers, than 
they give ; 

His ]; Breads like Ivory circled round 
about 

With § veins, like Saphirs winding in 
and out, 

Whofe beauty is (though darkned 
from the eye ) 

Full of Divine and fecret Majefly. 



* His actions, f IVith pureness. 

X His secret counsels, § Inwardly glorious. 



84 ^lons Sonets 



[6] 

HIS *Legs like pureft marble, 
ftrong and white. 

Of curious fhape (though quick) un- 
apt for flight ; 

His feet (as Gold that's oft refined) 
are. 

Like his upright proceedings, pure 
and fair ; 

His "f Port is Princely, and his Stature 
tall. 

And, like the Cedar, ftout, yet fweet 
withal. 

O, who would not repofe his life, his 
blifs. 

Upon a Bafe fo fair, fo firm as this ! 



^His ways constant^ firm ^ and pure, 
'\His whole courage. 



^lons ^onet0 85 



HIS mouth ! but ftay, what need 
my lips be lavifh 

In choice of words, when one alone 
will ravifh? 

But fhall, in brief, my ruder tongue 
difcover 

The fpeaking Image of my abfent 
Lover ? 

Let then the curious hand of Art re- 
fine 

The race of Vertues Moral and Di- 
vine, 

From whence by Heaven let there 
extracted be 

A perfect QuintefTence ; even fuch is 
He. 



86 ^lons Sonets 



SONET XVIII. 

THRICE fairer than the faireft, 
whofe fad tears 
And fmiling words have charmed our 

eyes, our ears. 
Say, whither is this prize of beauty 

gone. 
More fair than kind, to let thee weep 

alone ? 
Thy tempting lips have whet our 

dull defire. 
And till we fee him, we are all on 

fire: 
We '11 find him out, if thou wilt be 

our Guide : 
The next way to the Bridegroom is 

the ^ Bride. 



* The Church is the way to Christ. 



^lons Sonets 87 



BRwe. 
SONET XIX. 

IF errour led not rny dull thoughts 
amifs, 
My Genius tells me where my true 

Love is ; 
He 's bufie laboring on his *flowry 

Banks, 
•f Infpiring fweetnefs, and ]] receiving 

thanks, 
Watring thofe Plants whofe tender 

roots are § dry, 
And pruning fuch whofe crefts afpire 

1 1 too high, 
Tranfplanting, Grafting, Reaping 

Fruits from fome. 
And covering others that are * newly 

come. 



'^Congregation of the faithful, f Giving Graces, 

^Receiving Glory, ^Despairing Souls, 

\\ Not yet thoroughly humbled, 

* Strengthening the weak in spirit. 



88 ^ions Sonets 



WHAT if the frailty of my feebler 
part 
Lockt up the Portals of my drowzy 

heart ? 
He knows, the weaknefs of the flefh 

incumbers 
Th' unwilling fpirit, with fenfe- 

bereaving flumbers. 
My hopes affure me, in defpight of 

this. 
That my Beloved 's mine, and I am 

his: 
My hopes are firm ( which time fhall 

ne'r remove) 
That he is mine, by faith ; I his, by 

love. 



^lons g)Otiets 89 



BRWe-gROOM. 

SONET XX. 

THY timely grief (my tears-bap- 
tized Love) 
Compels mine ears to hear ; thy tears 

to move ; 
Thy blubbered beauty to mine eye 

appears 
More bright than 'tv^as : fuch is the 

*ftrength of tears : 
Beauty and Terrour meeting in thine 

eye. 
Have made thy face the Throne of 

Majefty, 
Whofe awful Beams the proudeft 

heart will move 
To love for fear, until it fear for love. 



^The force of repentance. 



90 ^lons ^omt& 



REPRESS thofe flames, that furnace 
from that eye, 

They ravifh with too bright a tyran- 
ny: 

Thy fires are too fierce : O turn them 
from me ; 

They pierce my foul, and with their 
rays o'rcome me. 

Thy curious TrefTes dangle, all un- 
bound 

With unaffected order, to the ground: 

How orient is thy Beauty ! How Di- 
vine! 

How dark 's the glory of the Earth 
to thine ! 



felons feonets 91 



[3] 

THY Ivory * Teeth in whitenefs 
do out-go 

The Down of Swans, or winters driv- 
en Snow, 

Whofe even proportions hvely repre- 
fent 

Th' harmonious mufick of unite con- 
fent; 

Whofe perfect whitenefs time could 
never blot. 

Nor Age (the envious Worm of 
ruine) rot: 

How orient is thy Beauty ! How Di- 
vine ! 

How dark's the Glory of the Earth 
to thine ! 



\ 



^Sincere Ministers. 



92 ^iom Sonets 



[4] 

THY * Temples are the Temples 
of chafte love, 

Where beauty facrific'd her milk- 
white Dove, 

Upon whofe Azure paths are alv^ays 
found 

The heaven-born Graces dancing in 
a round : 

Thy maiden -fBlulhes gently do pro- 
claim 

A fhame of guilt, but not a guilt of 
fhame. 

How orient is thy Beauty ! How Di- 
vine! 

How dark's the glory of the earth to 
thine ! 



' Thy visible parts, f Modesty and Zeal. 



^ion^ ^oxitt^ 93 



[5] 

YOU, you brave fpirits, whofe im- 
perial hand 
Enforces what your looks cannot 

command, 
Bring forth your pamper'd Queens, 

the luftful prize. 
And curious wrecks of your impe- 
rious eyes ; 
Surround the Circle of the earth, and 

levy 
The faireft Virgins in Loves faireft 

Bevy; 
Then take from each, to make one 

perfect grace. 
Yet would my Love outfhine that 

borrowed face. 



94 Mom Sonets 



[6] 

I THOU art fhe, corrivaird with no 
other, 
Thou glorious Daughter of thy glor- 
ious Mother, 
The JV^ew Jerufalem, whofe Virgin 

birth 
Shall deifie the * Virgins of the 

Earth; 
The Virgins of the Earth have feen 

thy beauty, 
And flood amaz'd, and in a proftrate 

duty, 
Have fue'd to kifs thine hand, making 

thine eyes 
Their Lamps to light them, till the 

Bridegroom rife. 



' The pure in heart. 



^ion& Sonets 95 



[7] 

HARK how the Virgins, hallow'd 
with thy fire, 
And wonder-fmitten with thy Beams, 

admire : 
Who, who is this (fay they) whofe 

Cheeks refemble 
Aurora's blufh, whofe eyes Heavens 

light diffemble ; 
Whofe face is brighter than the filent 

Lamp 
That hghts the Earth, to breathe her 

nightly Damp : 
Upon whofe brow fits dreadful 

Majefty, 
The frown whereof commands a 

Victory ? 



96 ^iom Sonets; 



[8] 

FAIR Bride, why was thy troubled 
Soul dejected 
When I was abfent ? was my faith 

fufpected. 
Which I fo firmly plighted ? Couldft 

thou think 
My love could fhake, or fuch a vow 

could fhrink ? 
I did but walk among my tender 

Plants, 
To fmell their odours, and fupply 

their wants, 
To fee my flocks, fo lately grafted, 

fprout. 
Or if my Vines began to burgeon 

out. 



^lotisi Sonets 91 



THOUGH gone was I,* my heart 
was in thy breft 

(Although to thee perchance) an un- 
known Gueft, 

'Twas that, that gave fuch wings to 
thy defire, 

T' enjoy my Love, and fet thy foul 
on fire ; 

But my return was quick, and with a 
mind 

More nimble (yet more conftant) 
than the wind, 

I came, and as the winged fhaft doth 
flie 

With undifcerned fpeed, even fo did I. 



^My spirit. 



98 ^lons g)onets 



[lo;] 

RETURN (O then return), thou 
Child of Peace, 
To thy firft joys, O let thy tears fur- 

ceafe ; 
Return thee to thy Love ; let not the 

* night 
With flatt'ring *f flumbers tempt thy 

true delight ; 
Return thee to my bofome, let my 

breft 
Be ftill thy Tent ; Take there eternal 

reft; 
Return, O Thou, in whofe inchanted 

eye. 
Are Darts enough to make an Army 

flye. 



* Security, f Worldly pleasures. 



^iom g>cinets 99 



[11] 

FA I R Daughter of the higheft King, 
how fweet 
Are th' unaffected graces of thy 

*Feet! 
From every ftep, true Majefty did 

fpring, 
Fitting the Daughter of fo high a 

King: 
Thy Wafte is circled with a -f Virgins 

Zone, 
Imbelifht round with many a precious 

X Stone, 
Wherein thy curious Workman did 

fulfill 
The utmoft Glory of his Diviner 

Skill. 



* Thy ways, f 27^^ Gird/e of Truth, 
\ The precious gifts of the Spirit, 



lOO 



g>ions; Sonets 



CIS] 

THY * Navel, where thy holy Em- 
bryon doth 
Receive fweet nourifhment, and heav- 
enly growth. 
Is like a Cryftal Spring, whofe frefh 

fupply 
Of living Waters, Sun, nor Drought 

can dry : 
Thy *f fruitful Womb is like a win- 

now'd heap 
Of pureft Grain, which Heavens bleft 

hand did reap. 
With Lillies fenc'd ; True Emblem 

of rare treafure, 
Whofe Grain denotes encreafe ; 

whofe Lillies, pleafure. 



* Whereby there is a receipt of spiritual conceptions, 
\ Increase of the faithful. 



g)iottS ^onetiJ 



lOl 



[13] 

THY dainty *Brefl:s are like fair 
Twins, both fwelling 

In equal Majefty ; in hue excelling 

The new falFn Snow upon th' un- 
trodden Mountains, 

From whence there flows, as from 
exub'rous Fountains, 

Rivers of heavenly Nectar, to allay 

The holy thirft of Souls : Thrice hap- 
py they, 

And more than thrice, whofe bleft 
affections bring 

Their thirfty Palates to fo'fweet a 
Spring. 



* The Old and New Testament » 



102 



^iom Sonets 



THY *Neck doth reprefent an 
Ivory Tower, 

In perfect purenefs, and united Pow- 
er. 

Thine ^Eyes (like Pools at a fre- 
quented Gate 

For every Comer to draw Water at) 

Are common treafures, and like 
Cryftal Glaffes, 

Shew each his lively vifage, as he 
paffes. 

Thy *f Nofe, the curious Organ of thy 
fcent. 

Wants nothing more, for ufe, for Or- 
nament. 



* Teachers, f Glorious in all parts. 



^lons Sonets 103 



THY * Tires of Gold (enricht with 
glorious Gems, 

Rare Diamonds, and Princely Dia- 
dems ) 

Adorn thy Brows, and with their na- 
tive worth 

Advance thy glory, and fet thy beau- 
ty forth ; 

So perfect are thy Graces, fo Divine, 

And full of Heaven are thofe fair 
looks of thine. 

That Tm inflamed with the double 
fire 

Of thy full beauty, and my fierce de- 
fire. 



''The Ceremonies of the Church, 



104 ^iom Sonets 



O Sacred Symmetry ! O rare con- 
nexion 

Of many perfects, to make one per- 
fection ! 

O Heavenly Mufick, where all parts 
do meet 

In one fweet ftrain, to make one per- 
fect fweet ! 

O glorious Member, whofe each fev- 
eral feature 

Divine compofe fo, fo Divine a Crea- 
ture! 

Fair foul, as all thy parts united be 

Entire, fo fumm'd are all my joys in 
thee. 



lonsi Sonets 105 



THY curious Fabrick, and erected 
Stature, 
Is like the generous Palm, whofe 

lofty nature 
In fpight of envious violence will af- 

pire. 
When moft fuppreft, the more it 

mounts the higher ; 
Thy lovely Brefts ( vv^hofe Beauty 

re-invites 
My oft remembrance to her oft de- 
lights ) 
Are like the fwelling Clufters of the 

Vine; 
So full of fweetnefs are thofe Brefts 

of thine. 



106 ^lons Sonets 



CIS] 

ART thou my Palm ? My bufie 
hand fhall nourifh 
Thy fruitful roots, and make thy 

branches flourifh. 
Art thou my Vine ? my fkilful arm 

fhall drefs 
Thy *dying plants; my living fprings 

fhall blefs 
Thy -f infant Buds ; my blafting 

breath fhall quell 
J Prefumptuous weeds, and make 

thy Clufters fwell ; 
And all that love thee fhall attain the 

favour 
To tafte thy fweetnefs, and to fmell 

thy favour. 



"^Despairing souls, fToung Converts, 
J Opposers of the Truth. 



^iom g>onet5 107 



THOSE Oracles that from thy lips 
proceed. 

With fweet Evangels, fhall delight 
and feed 

Th' attentive ear, and like the Trum- 
pet's voice. 

Amaze faint hearts, but make brave 
fpirits rejoice : 

Thy breath, whofe Dialect is moft 
Divine, 

Incends quick flames, where ember'd 
fparks but fhine ; 

It ftrikes the Pleaders Rhet'rick with 
derifion. 

And makes the dulleft Soul a Rhetor- 
ician. 



108 g)iott5 Sonets 



BRwe. 
SONET XXI. 

MY Faith, not merits, hath affur'd 
thee mine ; 

Thy Love, not my defert, hath made 
me thine ; 

Unworthy I, whofe drowzy foul re- 
jected 

Thy precious favours, and (fecure) 
neglected 

Thy glorious prefence, how am I be- 
come 

A Bride befitting fo Divine a Groom ! 

It is no merit, no defert of mine. 

Thy love, thy love alone, hath made 
me thine. 



^lotis ^otietiS 109 



[2] 

SINCE then the bounty of thy dear 
election 
Hath ftyl'd me thine, O let the fweet 

reflection 
Of thy illuftrious Beams, my foul in- 

fpire, 
And with thy Spirit inflame my hot 

defire ; 
Unite our Souls ; O let thy Spirit reft 
And make perpetual home within 

my Breft ; 
Inftruct me fo, that I may gain the 

Skill, 
To fuite my fervice to thy facred 

Will. 



no Mom^omtQ 



[3] 

COME, come ( my Souls Preferver), 
thou that art 
Th' united joys of my united heart, 
Come, let us vifit, with the morning 

light, 
Our profp'rous * Vines ; with mutual 

delight 
Let 's view thofe Grapes, whofe cluf- 

ters being *f preft 
Shall make rich Wines, to ferve our 

Marriage Feafl: ; 
That by the thriving Plants it may 

appear, 
Our joys-perfecting Marriage draw- 

eth near. 



* Congregation of the faithful, '\By affliction. 



^lons Sonets; 



111 



BEHOLD, my *new-difclofed Flow- 
ers prefent, 

Before thy Gates, their tributary 
fcent : 

Referve themfelves for Garlands, that 
they may 

Adorn the Bridegroom, on his Mar- 
riage Day : 

My *f Garden's full of ]] Trees, and 
every Tree 

Laden with § Fruit, which I devote to 
thee; 

Eternal joys betide that happy Gueft, 

That taftes the dainties of the Bride- 
groom's Feaft. 



^Toung Converts. '\ Assemblies, \ Faithful, 
^ Faith and good Works, 



112 



iom ^onetfii 



[5] 

O WOULD to God mine eyes (thefe 
fainting eyes, 
Whofe eager appetite could ne'r de- 

vife 
A dearer object) might but once be- 
hold 
My Love ( as I am ) clad in flefhly 

mold, 
That each may corporally converfe 

with other, 
As Friend with Friend, as Sifter with 

her Brother ! 
O how mine eyes could welcome fuch 

a fight ! 
How would my Soul diffolve with 

o'r-delight ! 



^lotts §)onets 113 



[6] 

THEN fhould this hand conduct my 
faireft Spoufe, 
To tafte a Banquet at my Mothers 

* Houfe ; 
Our fruitful Garden fhould prefent 

thine eyes 
With fweet delights; her Trees fhould 

facrifice 
Their early fruits to thee ; our tender 

Vine 
Should chear thy Palate with her un 

preft Wine ; 
Thy hand fhould teach my living 

Plants to thrive, 
And fuch as are a dying, to revive. 



*The Universal Church, 



114 ^lons ^onetfli 



1-7:1 

THEN fhould my Soul enjoy within 
this Breft 
A holy Sabbath of eternal Reft ; 
Then fhould my Caufe, that fuffers 

through defpight 
Of errour and rude ignorance, have 

right ; 
Then fhould thefe *ftreams, whofe 

tides fo often rife, 
Be ebb'd away from my fuffufed 

eyes; 
Then fhould my fpirits, fill'd with 

heavenly mirth, 
Triumph o'r Hell, and find a Heaven 

on Earth. 



* Tears and sorrows. 



^lons; Sonets 115 



ALL you that wifh the bountiful 
encreafe 
Of deareft Pleafures, and Divineft 

Peace, 
I charge you all ( if ought my charge 

may move 
Your tender hearts)* not to difturb 

my Love ; 
Vex not his gentle Spirit, nor bereave 
Him of his Joys, that is fo apt to 

grieve ; 
Dare not to break his quiet flumbers, 

left 
You rouze a raging Lion from his 

reft. 



*A^^/ to vex and grieve his holy Spirit, 



116 ^lons Sonets 



T T Tho ever lov'd, that ever lov'd, 

That for his fake renouce my felf, 

deny 
The Worlds beft Joys, and have the 

world forgone ? 
Who ever lov'd fo dear as I have 

done ? 
I fought my Love, and found him 

* lowly laid 
Beneath the Tree of Love, in whofe 

fweet fhade 
He refted ; there his eye fent forth the 

fire 
That firft inflam'd my amorous de- 
fire. 



^In humility. 



Jionsfeonete ^v 



MY deareft Spoufe, O feal me on 
thy heart 

So fure, that envious Earth may nev- 
er part 

Our joined Souls ; let not the world 
remove 

My chafte defires from so choice a 
Love; 

For, O, my love 's not flight, her 
flames are ferious. 

Was ever Death fo powerful, fo im- 
perious ? 

My jealous zeal is a confuming fire. 

That burns my foul, through fear and 
fierce defire. 



118 ^iom Sonets; 



[11] 

FIRES may be quencht, and flames 
though n'er fo great 
With many drops fliall faint, and lofe 

their heat : 
But thefe quick fires of Love, the 

more fuppreft, 
The more they flame in my inflamed 

breft. 
How dark is honour ! how obfcure 

and dim 
Is Earth's bright Glory, but com- 
pared with him ! 
How foul is beauty ! what a toil is 

pleafure ! 
How poor is wealth ! how bafe a thing 

is treafure ! 



^lotts g'ottets 119 



CIS] 

I HAVE a * Sifter, which by thy Di- 
vine 
And bounteous Grace, our Marriage 

fhall make thine. 
She is mine own, mine only Sifter, 

whom 
My Mother bare, the youngeft of 

her womb : 
She's yet a ^Child, her beauty may 

improve. 
Her breafts are fmall, and yet too 

green for Love ; 
When time and years fhall adde per- 
fection to her. 
Say (deareft Love) what honour wilt 

thou do her ? 



"^The Church of the Gentiles^ then uncalled. 
t Uncaird to the truth. 



120 



^tons Sonets 



BRWe-gROOM. 

SONET XXII. 

IF fhe be fair, and with her beauty 
prove 
As chafte, as loyal to her Virgin-Love, 
As thou haft been ; then in that high 

degree 
I'll honour her, as I have honoured 

thee : 
Be file as conftant to her Veftal Vow, 
And true to her devoted faith, as 

thou; 
I '11 crown her head, and fill her hand 

with power. 
And give a Kingdom to her for a 

Dower. 



ions g>onet0 121 



BRWe. 

SONET XXIII. 

WHEN time fhall ripen thefe her 
green defires, 
And holy Love fhall breathe her 

heavenly fires 
Into her Virgin-breaft, her heart fhall 

be 
As true to Love, as I am true to thee : 
O when thy boundlefs bounty fhall 

conjoin 
Her equal glorious Majefty with 

mine. 
My joys are perfect, then in facred 

Bands 
Wedlock fhall couple our efpoufed 

hands. 



122 



^lons ^onete 



BRIDB-gROOM. 

SONET XXIV. 

I AM thy Gard'ner, thou my fruitful 
Vine, 
Whofe rip'ned Clufters fwell with 

richeft wine ; 
The Vines of Solomon were not fo 

fair, 
His Grapes were not fo precious, as 

thine are ; 
His Vines were fubject to the vulgar 

will 
Of hired hands, and mercenary fkill : 
Corrupted Carles were merry with 

his Vines, 
And at a price returned their bartered 

Wines. 



^lons Sonets 123 



CO 

BUT mine's a Vineyard, which no 
ruder hand 

Shall touch, fubjected to my fole com- 
mand; 

My felf with this laborious Arm will 
drefs it. 

My prefence with a bufie eye fhall 
bleffit; 

O Princely Solomon^ thy thriving 
Vine 

Is not fo fair, fo bountiful as mine ; 

Thy greedy fharers claim an earned 
hire. 

But mine 's referv'd, and to my felf 
intire. 



124 g>ions Sonets 



OTHou that dwelleft * where th' 
eternal Fame 
Of my renown fo glorifies thy name ; 
Illuftrious Bride, in whofe Celeftial 

Tongue 
Are facred Spells t 'inchant the ruder 

throng ; 
O ! let thy lips, like a perpetual Story, 
Divulge my Graces, and declare my 

Glory; 
Direct thofe hearts that errour leads 

aftray, 
Diflblve the -f Wax, but make obdure 

the J Clay. 



*/w the great Congregation. '\The Penitent, 
\ The Presumptuous. 



^lons ^ontt& 125 



BRID8. 

SONET XXV. 

MOST glorious Love, and honour- 
able Lord, 
My heart's the vowed fervant of thy 

word. 
But I am weak, and as a tender Vine 
Shall fall, unpropt by that dear hand 

of thine : 
Affift me therefore, that I may fulfill 
What thou command 'ft, and then 

command thy will ; 
O leave thy Sacred Spirit in my breft. 
As Earneft of an everlafting Reft. 



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